"I don't -- Why the hell did you do that!?"
"Why did you burst into my room!? Especially on Girls' Night!?"
"Because you invited -- "
You're cut off by the sound of glass jars being picked up and placed on the sink. You wonder why she's doing this.
"You have 5 seconds to pick one, or I choose one for you."
You barely let her finish as you make like a dart towards the door, picking up your clothes on the way out. She's mad. Furious. Almost insane. You hear her grunting. You need water. Did you bring water? You did. But wait, it's in the bathroom. You hastily throw your flannel top and blue jeans on, before bolting back and snatching the water. She tries to hold you, but it's too late. You run out again, down the stairs, and through the door, the sodium orange streetlamps breaking through the doorway as the evening turns to the seemingly eternal twilight. You unscrew the cap, take a long, hard swig of "water" and continue down onto the main street. There's a bus stop. You dive under the shelter as the large, emerald bus swings into the stand. You enter the bus, scan your pass and run upstairs. In the heat of the moment, you forgot something was not right with that water. A faint grape juice flavour lingers in your mouth, and then you realise...